Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 255

She should be afraid of him, right? He was a man who could easily grasp her pain and embarrassment. His words could easily knock her into hell.

However, why did she feel out of control when he was so close to her and when he was breathing in her ear?

This man was simply too much for her. Even if he called her ‘sis’, in the end, she was only a pawn in his hand. She was a chess piece for entertainment in his spare time!

Jason, on the other hand, looked down and picked up the picture frame on the bedside table. He looked at the person in the picture–those apricot eyes were looking ahead while the corners of her lips were curling upwards, smiling lightly.

Her beautiful face made people feel some sort of comfortable peace and elegance.

It was as if he had acquired something he never thought of before.

"Sis," Jason muttered softly as he ran his fingers over the lips of the person in the frame. Then, as if unable to restrain himself, he kissed the lips in the picture.

Just now... If it had not been for the stiffness of her body, if it had not been for the flicker of fear in her face, he might indeed have kissed her.

He, however, chose to suppress his desires.

Why was that? Was it because it scared her?

He had already scared her at the rented house today, so he could not bear to scare her a second time.

He gently closed his eyes, and a smile faintly emerged at the corners of his lips.

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